Be Healed!

My best friend has shown me these people that heal people in the name of the Lord. These people are televangelists of some sort and they call out diseases and ailments that are affecting someone somewhere. Once the person says it, the afflicted will be healed if they (the afflicted) "claim" the healing. I don't know the whole story behind it or what is exactly going on, but I just watched it on TBN.

This older male individual sat on a couch and called out all kinds of things: migraines, cancer, arthritis, osteoporosis, etc. He knew that someone out there needed healing and by his calling out the ailment in the name of the Lord, the Lord will heal the ailing person.

You know, I can't even write anything about what I saw because I am completely disturbed by it. So disturbed that I can't even form coherent thoughts on the subject.

They need to stop what they're doing because it isn't right. They are taking advantage of people that are looking for leadership and guidance. Any number of people could be afflicted with the diseases and ailments he rattles off in an out of control manner, like he's having an epileptic fit or something. People are out there in the world, believing that they are now healed because this one person pointed out his or her illness to the Lord and brought it to God's attention. More often than not, this will lead to disappointment on the part of the sick individual because they will feel as though God has not helped them nor healed them. It's just wrong.

It's just wrong.

Weddings Give Me Anxiety

Anxiety that manifests itself each night in my dreams

My sister is getting married in September. For the last month, I have had at least one nightmarish dream involving her wedding. For example, in one, it was the night before the wedding and we had nothing ready. All we had was the bride's dress. No decorations, no clothing for the rest of the wedding party, no cake, no venue... It was terrible. All of the dreams involve some sort of aspect about the wedding. A ruined dress, a lost bride, etc.

I think last night's dream takes the cake.

In the dream, it was the night before the wedding. My car was broken for some reason. It just wasn't working. Then, I realized that my bridesmaid dress was at my parents' house and I had no way to get to the dress. I decide that I'm going to walk to their house and get the dress. This is when I discover that I have no shoes whatsoever. No shoes for the wedding, no shoes for anything.

So, I begin my journey barefoot. I get out in the yard and step in some glass. Both of my feet are torn up with glass shards. So, I hobble as gently as possible back into the house. As I get into the living room, I see an alligator hiding beneath the couch. I walk past the couch and he flips the couch over with his tail and begins to come after me!

Because of all the glass in my feet, I'm unable to properly get away. Instead, I climb in the nearest kitchen cabinet and pray that the alligator cannot get me as I pull glass out of my feet while sitting in complete darkness.

I have NO idea where this dream came from or how it came to be. My only guess is that I had milk and cookies before bed and they contributed to the cracked out, craziness of the dream.

Anyhow, weddings give me anxiety. I don't know if I'll last until the wedding.

Damaged. Horribly damaged.

On the night of April 9th, my dear friend and road-trip buddy Susie was injured. A nice little storm of death blew through the area, and while my own car received some damage, Susie received much much more than my car did. After Susie met with the insurance adjuster, it was decided that she was, in fact, a totaled vehicle. Poor Susie has but a few, short days with us before they take her away forever.

And by they, I mean them.

I don't have any better pictures of Susie in order to create a proper memorial. All I have are the pictures of her as damaged goods. These will have to do.






We've made some great memories together, Suz. I'll miss you.

Why Walk When You Can Skate?

I dislike wheel-bearing shoes. Shoes that enable one to roll about on the ground or floor? They should be kept outside or in a specially designed rink. When I was a kid, we skated outside or at a skating rink. Not inside. When did it become socially acceptable to wear skates indoors for no good reason? Should they be allowed in department stores, malls, or supermarkets? Little skinny no.

These shoes (I've been told that they are actually called "Heelys") are an absolute menace to society. They are dangerous. Just from personal experience, I've nearly been run over about ten different times because of these demon shoes. They deserve some sort of alarm system in order to warn unsuspecting individuals that a small body is rocketing towards them at an unnecessary speed.

And really--why do children need to be on skates at all times? How often is it imperative for a child to move so quickly that walking and running would be too slow?

I understand that the shoes enable kids to be "cool" and such, much like those light-up shoes from my youth. 99% of the children I have encountered with the wheel shoes run into people willy-nilly and keep on going without so much as shouting out a "I'm-sorry-I-knocked-you-down-with-my-wheels-of-death-and-
overall-rudeness!"

When they're used in the right areas, they're fine. However, when they're worn in a crowded public area, they are ridiculous and often injurious to innocent bystanders.

Did You Know?

Did you know that it is illegal to laugh in Hawaii after 10p.m.?




Did you know that if I lived in Hawaii, I'd spend most of my life in jail or paying fines?




Now, you know.